Dance Me
Dance me, Darlin‚
at noon,
just before lunch,
soup and crackers,
and a cup of tea.
Dance me.
Remember that song
from long ago?
So nice to hear it
on the radio.
Familiar notes,
sweet atonement,
draw the day
into the moment.
We surround
each other
while the past
skips free.
Time steps aside
when you
dance with me.
Among the Dandelions
She dances with flowers
as she steps and turns
with elegant flourish
in her royal hall,
this ethereal child
planning her future
and shaping her dreams
among the dandelions
in the backyard.
Delicate fingers
cup yellow faces
as she whispers her secrets
into blossom ears,
this princess of vision
skipping on green
and velvet hereafters
atop the crabgrass
among the dandelions.
Four years on the planet
and she rules the world
with fairy wisdom and
imaginary
friends, this girl of tomorrow,
spinning in circles
about and away
from this rare moment
captured forever
among the dandelions
in the backyard.
Lost